This is a song about "My moma"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Only concern was the home that was close to him

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Picture a place that they exist, together

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done